A little background: Several months ago, Pitchfork announced Björk would be headlining one night of its yearly festival. As Björk was very near the top of our bucket list of live acts, my wife and I eagerly purchased weekend passes, even though Phish, as usual, was dragging its feet on announcing summer tour dates--WHAT ARE THE CHANCES, I scoffed. Under normal circumstances, I might have seriously considered skipping a Phish show for Björk, having never seen her before. But the problem with the Phishhead affliction is that you can't skip a Phish show on your birthday when you're already going to be only a few miles away from where it's taking place. On the off chance that they play the greatest version ever of your favorite song, and you chose to skip it, you'd never be able to live with yourself. On the other hand, your wife might not be so severely afflicted...